Hey readers! Thanks to all of you who wrote reviews for the last chapter! I could tell it was a good chapter because it got like ten reviews almost right off the bat, (happened with chapter 3 too :P). And well, I had some extra time and thought I'd write another chapter(Though this one will be the last for a couple days :/). It's actually pretty hard coming up with ideas sometimes (I had no idea what Matt was gonna do), but i got everything ironed out. Feel free to message or email me about anything,(questions, etc. I'll answer anything.) I love hearing from readers, so please leave a review, you can even be anonymous if you have to ;) Here's chapter 9, enjoy!

Fresh Conditions

Sam woke up a couple hours later finding a little rock stuck to his neck. The ground really wasn't the best place to sleep, but it seemed like the Autobots didn't mind. From what he could tell they were both asleep, or whatever robots do. It was a little eerie, because neither of them moved as humans do in their sleep, they had no rhythmic breathing pattern. Sam almost wished that they were moving, because the silence and stillness was almost scary. But after a couple more minutes Bumblebee's hand moved a little, clenching into a fist and then resting to its normal state. Sam felt more comforted, and was just about to snuggle up to Optimus when he realized he had no idea what time it was.

"Optimus," Sam whispered at the gigantic metal head he was staring at. He took hold of and tried to shake it, but there was no movement at all. It was like trying to pull a boulder out of the ground. Sam kind of laughed at himself. "Optimus?" he whispered, a little louder and was met by two, very bright blue optics. "What is it Sam?" the big blue robot asked, half whispering.

"Do you know what time it is?" Sam felt stupid. Of course he knew what time it was. He was always connected to the internet. "It is 12:36 AM in our current time zone. Is something the matter?"

"Oh no, just wanted to know what time it was. Its that early huh?" Sam had figured it was like 3 in the morning and he'd have to get back before his parents woke up, but when he thought about it, he did leave at like 10:30. As the big robot started to settle and go to sleep again, Sam thought of a question he'd been wanting to ask for a long time, but never really got the chance to, "Hey Optimus?" he said to the robot who focus had turned back to him, "What do you like to be called? Like Optimus Prime? Or just Optimus? Or just Prime?"

Optimus seemed to think about it for a moment before giving his answer. "I suppose my name is similar to your first and last names. I would rather be called Optimus than Prime, just as you would rather be called Sam instead of Witwicky." It was a good answer and Sam had to agree with him. Plus, he liked calling him Optimus, and not so much his full or last name.

Sam, now knowing that he could stay a bit longer, crawled over to Optimus, and snuggled up next to his face, met with a large hand that cradled his back. It was actually very comfortable, much better than lying on the ground with a rock jabbing his neck. He was pretty much at eye level with Optimus, and rested his arm on the side of the robot's face. He had never felt a more warm and fuzzy feeling, he had never felt so safe.

Bumblebee awoke to his little human's whispers. Sam hadn't been whispering to him, but since they were lying so close together, he could hear him very clearly. Apparently, Sam had asked Optimus about his name or something. After they had finished talking, Sam scooted over and laid with Optimus, and he knew that they had agreed to share Sam, but he just couldn't help but wish that it was his face under Sam's arm. He knew he was being what humans call jealous, but it just seemed that Sam picked Optimus over him time and time again. How long was this going to last?

Sam woke the next time in a slightly different position he had fallen asleep in. His arm now rested at his side and his forehead was touching Optimus'. He stretched and looked around for a moment before noticing the sun peeking up over the horizon. "Oh no." Sam said, loud enough for his Autobot friends to hear. Bumblebee blinked and sat up, and Optimus propped his head up with his arm. They both stared at Sam and said nothing, almost like they were savoring the moment. "Guys I have to get home, like now!" Sam started to freak out. "My dad usually gets up early come on we gotta go!"

Bumblebee was almost instantly in his Camaro form with his door open, he'd never make that mistake again. Sam hopped in and they were off, speeding towards his house. The radio was on, but Sam could barely hear it, so he grabbed the knob and turned it up. He was a little surprised at what he heard.

"Bee, why do you always play Killers songs?" The song had been used before, and Sam was starting to wonder… "Jealousy. Turning saints into the sea." The song quieted slightly.

"Bee, the last time you played this song was when you saw…" But the song immediately shut off, and the two were left to their thoughts. They were rounding the corner of Sam's own street when Sam started to think of what had actually happened with Matt. Had he gone home? Did he even wake up? They slowed as they neared Sam's house and were passing Matt's. Sam shuddered and slumped lower in the seat. Matt was nowhere in sight, but that didn't suggest anything. He was probably just sleeping. Oh my god was he actually worrying about him?

Bumblebee coasted into the driveway, knowing his engine was loud enough to wake almost anyone, and silently popped his door open. Sam exited the car and took his steps to the front door, where he saw that the newspaper had arrived. He figured he might as well bring it in, so he picked it up, opened the door as quietly as he could, and slipped inside the house.

Upon entering, he kicked off his shoes absent-mindedly and walked further in. Suddenly, the stairs started creaking and he knew that his dad was stumbling down them, so he quickly flopped down on the couch and flipped on the TV.

"What are you doing up so early?" the old man asked through one eye. The room was filled with sunlight. "Umm, I couldn't sleep anymore. I came down to watch TV." The old man found that hard to believe and cocked his head at the boy. "Well why did I hear the door open?" The answer came to Sam so fast and he was so glad that everything just kind of fell together like it had on numerous previous occasions. "I heard the paper come, so I just took it inside." He waved the small bundle in the air, and that seemed to be enough. His father went on with his morning routine and soon left for work, followed by his mother, whose day started a good deal later.

Sam watched his mother leave the driveway from an upstairs window, and as she was passing a house two away from his own, he noticed a man standing outside. Matt had obviously gotten back to his house safely, since he was in a bathrobe with a cup of coffee. The classic morning look; he was even holding the mail in his hand. Sam had to admit, the man was a looker, even if he was completely insane. Sam ogled his crazy neighbor for a couple more moments until he noticed something a little unsettling. Matt was looking right at him, but he just smiled, waving his mail at Sam because of a lack of free hands. This guy really had two completely different personalities.

Now that Sam's parents were gone for the day, he was free to go around with Bee and Optimus. Bumblebee was relieved when Sam finally opened the door and walked outside. He thought maybe that Sam's parents had known that Sam hadn't spent the night in the house, and that he would be what Sam called grounded. But he guessed they hadn't and that he wasn't, so everything was perfect! Well, that wasn't all true. As much as he hated himself for it, Bumblebee didn't want to share Sam. Be it with Optimus or anyone else for that matter. Maybe today could be different. That's it! He'd take Sam somewhere where it was just the two of them, just him and his one and only human to do whatever they wanted. He popped open his door.

"Where we going, Bee?" Sam was more than a little excited. This was the first day for a while that had started out somewhere close to normally in a long time. The last few had all been so stressful. He just wanted to relax. "We should go to the beach!" Sam continued his one-sided conversation. "Or- maybe we could just go to a waterfront. You know, one where there aren't any people around so you can be you!"

Bumblebee actually thought that was a fantastic idea. It would be so… romantic? Huh. After a quick internet search he decided that was the best word. Romance. "I should go get my swim suit!" Sam darted back in the house, leaving Bumblebee sitting in the driveway with his door still open. Oh well, the boy would only be a minute. It felt like such a long time though, he was getting sort of sick of waiting in that driveway with nothing to stare at but that ugly garage door. He shook that thought away and started to fantasize about what today would bring. Maybe he and Sam could finish what Starscream had so rudely interrupted that one time in the woods. That was the first time he had told Sam how much he liked him. It was a little forced but needed to be said. Sam was just so important to him. Bumblebee started to get annoyed. It had been almost five minutes since Sam had entered his house. Where the heck was he?

Sam burst in the front door after he had planned his perfect day with Bumblebee. He just had to grab his bathing suit real fast and they could go. His room was such a mess. Where did he put that. Ahh, it was at the bottom of his closet. He flew down the stairs and had his hand on the doorknob when something stopped him, that something had been the loud ringing of the various phones they owned. He almost ignored it, but then, out of his own curiosity, bounded over and picked up the receiver.

"Sam?" a voice on the other line said. "Yeah, who is this?" Sam was already regretting picking up the phone. "It's Matt, don't hang up." Sam couldn't believe it why the hell would he listen to this guy? "Why shouldn't I hang up? You scared the shit out of me yesterday!" But Matt only chuckled and said, "Because Sam, I finally know who has taken you."

Keep in mind this is my first story, so I'm still somewhat self-conscious, but let me know how you liked it!